9th Company Page #2

I'll fix it. With your help.

Rule number one!

A paratrooper must always be

ready for a sudden attack.

- Very good. Name?

- Private Lyutayev!

Rule number two!

Brighter than a Lieutenant

is only a First Lieutenant!

Forget who you were

and what you knew!

Remember, clowns!

Here, you're neither good nor bad...

nor bright, nor stupid. Not even painters.

Here, you are nothing!

You are not even humans.

Here, you are sh*t!

And I'm the one who will make humans of you

with these very hands!

- Clear?

- Yes, sir.

- I couldn't hear it!

- Yes, sir!

- Louder!

- Yes, sir!

Fill it up!

Comrade Lieutenant, why does

the first unit run with light equipment?

With light equipment, you can run

with your girlfriend to the bushes.

Here, the more ammo you bring,

the more chances you have to survive.

Here's your mission.

Dislodge the enemy from the hilltop.

Secure your position.

Readiness report?

Comrade First Lieutenant.

The second unit is ready for the mission!

Stand up!

Forward, march!

Charge!

You've failed the mission.

You are all corpses.

You, you, and you!

Cargo 200 in the Black Tulip.

A piece of sh*t in a zinc casket.

The convoy that will pass here

will get ambushed.

You know what a single machine-gun

means? Up there, on that hilltop?

Do you have any idea?

Get up, you dead men!

Put your helmets on! Run downhill!

I said run! Now!

I wish we were in Afghanistan already.

- Sparrow.

- What do you want?

Take my dick for a piss.

I'm so tired I can't get up.

Him? Nah...

He'll overstrain himself.

Look. Snow White!

Come over here!

Snow White!

Come on sit with us!

Come over here! Don't be afraid!

Dammit, now I'll have the hard-on

till morning.

- Who's she?

- Were you born yesterday?

She is Snow White,

the paramedic's daughter.

All the draftees have slept with her.

She's f***ed half of Afghanistan.

They say she's hot.

You don't f*** her, she fucks you.

There's this disease - whattcha you call it?

Get lost, smart-ass.

Ryaba, could you arrange it with her?

Why arrange?

She's dependable like an AK-47.

Just grab her and go.

The question is how to get her

through two sentinels.

No, guys. Forget it.

The previous draft leaves for war in 2 days.

No punishment worse than that for them.

But we will have to linger here

for another three months.

We get caught -- we're in deep sh*t.

Listen, Lyuty. You'd sleep with her,

after 40 men?

No.

Me neither.

Rather starve than eat from the garbage.

Yeah?

But I ate. I ate.

Ever starved so bad that

you couldn't sleep?

Shut the f*** up! You got no clue

what it's like...

to have carpenter's glue for dinner,

to have to dig through trash for food...

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